20 Nov 2014
Nov 20 2014

A Little Man A Little Man : And now I’m going into ‘chowsers,’ To-morrow I shall be a man, And leave my pinafores and frockses, And leave my dollie –if–I—can. To-morrow I must give my dollie, Mother says, to baby Fan. Oh! could I keep my doll, I […]

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20 Nov 2014
Nov 20 2014

A Lark A Lark : Lark-Bird, lark-bird, soaring high, Are you never weary? When you reach the empty sky Are the clouds not dreary? Don’t you sometimes long to be A silent goldfish in the sea? Goldfish, goldfish, diving deep, Are you never sad, say? When you feel […]

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20 Nov 2014
Nov 20 2014

A King Met a King A King Met a King : There was a king met a king In a narrow lane. Says this king to that king; ‘Where have you been?’ ‘Oh I’ve been a-hunting With my dog my doe,’ ‘Pray lend him to me, That I […]

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20 Nov 2014
Nov 20 2014

A Jumper of Ditches A Jumper of Ditches : A jumper of ditches, A leaper of thorns, A little grey man with Two leather horns

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20 Nov 2014
Nov 20 2014

A Hunting We Will Go A Hunting We Will Go : A-hunting we will go, A-hunting we will go, We’ll catch a fox And put him in a box And then we’ll let him go.

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20 Nov 2014
Nov 20 2014

A Hopeless Case A Hopeless Case : ‘What is the use’ quoth the Whitewash Brush ‘I’ll comb my hair no more; For try as I will to make it lie, It still stays pompadour’

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20 Nov 2014
Nov 20 2014

A Hippopotamus Not A Hippopotamus Not : A hippopotamusn’t sit On lawn chairs, stools, and rockers. A hippopotamusn’t yawn Directly under tightrope walkers. A hippopotamusn’t roll In gutters used by bowlers. A hippopotamusn’t fail To floss his hippopotamolars. The awful things a hippopotamusn’t do Are just As important […]

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20 Nov 2014
Nov 20 2014

A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go : A frog he would a-wooing go, Hey ho, says Rowley, A frog he would a-wooing go, Whether his mother would let him or no. With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinich, Hey ho, says Anthony […]

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20 Nov 2014
Nov 20 2014

A Flying Visit A Flying Visit : I’m just looked in to tell you all babies, There’s five of them all in one nest in yonder hawthorn tree. I’m teaching them to sing, you know as yet one cannot sing. But Specklebreast, I’m told will have a lovely […]

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20 Nov 2014
Nov 20 2014

A Farmer Went Trotting Upon His Grey Mare A Farmer Went Trotting Upon His Grey Mare : A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare, v Bumpety, Bumpety, bump ! With his daughter behind so rosy and fair, A raven cried, Croak ! and they went tumbling down, […]

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